Page 7 of Wicked Winter Night

“Oh, my little dove is already wet for her stranger,” he growls, swirling his fingers around my clit before dipping them ever so slightly inside me. He pulls his hand out, sucking my essence off the tip and coming off with a ‘pop.’

“You taste divine,” he growls. Quickly, he begins removing my clothing until I’m fully bare before him. “So beautiful,” he breathes out.

I suddenly feel self-conscious beneath his gaze and move my arms to cover my breasts, but he stops me, smacking my arms away.

“You will not hide yourself from me, little dove. I want to see all of you.”

I feel the flush creeping up my chest and face, but I do as he says. Suddenly, he moves off me and heads to the kitchen table, grabbing a lit candle off the wooden surface. I lean up to look over the back of the couch, looking at him in confusion as he walks back over to me.

“I lit this earlier while you were sleeping, hoping things went exactly how they’re going,” he says with a smirk.

“Lie down,” he demands.

“Wh-what are you doing with that?” I ask, a little hesitation seeping from my voice.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

I stare at him for a moment, trying not to awkwardly laugh at the irony of his statement. I don’t know him. But I know he saved my life. If he had intentions of hurting me, I don’t thinkhe would have gone through that trouble. So, staring into those deep brown eyes of his, I nod and lie back down flat on my back.

He kneels between my legs, wrapping one around each side of his waist and running his free hand up the side of my thigh.

“Have you ever played with wax before?” he asks.

I shake my head no, my breathing increasing.

“I’ll take it easy. You’ll feel a slight sting but only for a moment. Then the pain gives way to pleasure. They work together. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Words, little dove.”

“Yes, I understand,” I breathe out.

“Perfect,” he growls. Holding the candle with his right hand, he snakes his left thumb down my body, pressing firmly on my clit, and begins slow, agonizing circles. My pussy clenches, instantly wanting more.

Just as I close my eyes from the pleasure he’s pulling from my body, I feel a sharp sting on my collarbone, causing an audible hiss to escape my lips. He applies more pressure on my clit and picks up his tempo, adding another drop of wax, this one landing between my breasts. My pussy clenches again, and I thrust my hips up, desperately wanting more. He’s right. The pain does dance with pleasure.

“Does my greedy little dove need more?” he taunts.

“Yes, more. Please, more,” I pant like a desperate slut. Honestly, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.

Just as another drizzle hits my nipple, he shoves two fingers inside me, and I almost combust on the spot. A loud moan is forced from me, and I immediately clench around him.

“This pussy is so tight, little dove. It’s begging to be filled.” He begins pumping in and out in a rhythm that’s driving me absolutely insane. I’m on the brink of my orgasm when another drizzle of wax lands on my other nipple, sending me straightover the edge into an abyss of pure pleasure. I shatter, coming around his fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me,” he demands, putting the candle down, and my pussy spasms around his fingers until he’s taken it all from me. Just then, he pulls his fingers out and dives in like a man starved. He slides both hands under my ass, squeezing gently and lifting my hips a bit higher. His tongue dances with my clit, swirling around the bundle of nerves like a goddamn professional.

“Jesus fuuucckkk,” I moan loudly, lightly thrusting my hips into his mouth, chasing the tingling building inside. I grab the back of his head before whispering, “Don’t fucking stop.” Then, still holding his head to my pussy, I begin fucking his face, thrusting relentlessly. He moans, and the vibration against my clit sends me crashing over the edge once more. He drinks every last drop, savoring everything I have to give.

“You taste exquisite,” he says, licking his lips. He looks around the room, as if he’s searching for something specific. His eyes land on whatever it is, and he gets up, heading in that direction. I peek over the back of the couch and notice that he’s grabbing the strings of Christmas lights lying on the floor. He walks back over to me and scoops me up bridal style again.

“Bedroom?” he asks, looking down at me.

“Upstairs,” I giggle.

One by one, we make our way up the stairs and into the bedroom. Setting me down, he demands, “Lie on your back, arms over your head.” I do as he says, and he makes quick work of untangling the strings. Then, he takes the strings and wraps them around my arms, weaving them in intricate knots. Once satisfied they’re secured together, he wraps what is left around the horizontal wooden slat of my headboard, leaving the pronged plug draped behind the bed before he bends down and plugs it into the light socket. Bursts of blue, yellow, red, andgreen lights illuminate the room above my head, and he crawls back down my body, kneeling between my legs.

“You are the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received,” he growls, staring at my naked body before him. He scoots off the bed, removing his T-shirt and jeans until his cock springs free. My eyes widen at the sight. Liam wasn’t this big, and he’s what I’ve been used to for so long. I’m afraid Eli won’t fit.